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 Mar 2017 Sorayume
Drin Tashi
The feeling of swimming underwater,

missing someone,

standing on top of a mountain.

The feeling of shedding tears over a movie,

excitment over a kiss,

running for no reason.

The feeling of jumping up and down over a song,

smiling to birds,

being lost after a drunken night out,

is what we should live for.
 Aug 2013 Sorayume
Josh Buller
It’s you** I think of
Before I go to sleep.
It’s your voice that calms me
When I laugh myself silly.
It’s you who I think of
When times are slipping.
It’s you that will reason
With  the stupidity from me.
It’s your eyes which keep me moving
From day to each day.
It’s your warmth in your touch
That makes the butterflies take off.
It’s your kindness.
That makes me want to be a nicer guy.
It’s you that I need
When I feel lonely.
It’s you that I want
Just to hold close.
It’s you that lets me know
Everything is right in my life.
© Josh Buller 10/09/2010
My back touched the fabric
of the couch
as I slouched and tilted my head.

I let my elbow fell on the armchair
as my thumb flew between my lips
and my teeth perched on its flesh.

My forefinger
ran back and forth, restlessly,
on my nose bridge

as I inhaled the details
of your head thrown backward,
your hair suspended in midair.

some strands draping down your chest,
your mouth half open,
your secret self and your entire being

all seducing my peripheral vision.
~Lacus Crystalthorn 2013
I love cloudy days.
Everyone is inside, safe, while I am outside, walking.
The wind violent and loud.
People hide away, and the world belongs to only a few people for a moment.

Cloudy days are like the night.
The people sleep, and the world outside
twists and contorts
and is reborn a new world.

There are barely any humans left.
It’s silent, it feels dangerous.
Forbidden.

I like cloudy days.
I like the night.
When the world dies, and is reborn a new,
I am able to love myself. I am able to be myself in peace.
My true nature is released.
Change takes place.
I learn more, I grow faster.


I think I am a nocturnal being.
I think I was meant to live in the wind.
 Jun 2013 Sorayume
Dot Callari
I should or I shouldn't
I can't or I can
What's my decision, how ,where, or when
I will or I won,t
Iam and I did
The whole world is exploding, like a huge popping lid
I'm happy, I'm sad
Why can't I decide?
Must I always be driver on lifes nowhere ride?
A question,  an answer
Am I wrong , am I right
Why all these decisions?
I'll pretend I'm a kite
Do not stand at my grave and weep..
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star-shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry..
I am not there. I did not die.

— The End —